| At an antique desk
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| An old man sits alone
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| It’s Christmas Eve
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| And it’s almost time to go
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| He signs his name to a letter he just wrote
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| Then he reads it back with a voice as soft as snow
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| I want peace on earth for Christmas
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| In a world where there’s not one hungry child
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| They would hope and faith
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| Conquers fear and hate
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| All I’m asking for is a little more love
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| Then he walks outside
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| And he climbs up on his sleigh
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| And calls out to his reindeer
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| Off they fly away
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| Oh tonight he’ll make a million dreams appear
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| While he wishes that his own dreams would come true this year
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| Repeat Chorus
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| That they would hope and faith
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| Conquers fear and hate
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| All I’m asking for is a little more love |